Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital seemed to press in on Ethan. The beeping of the machines and the hushed voices of the nurses were a constant reminder of the situation. His father's prognosis was grim, and the medical bills were piling up. He felt a deep, profound sense of helplessness. He was on his way back home after visiting hours when he saw it.

It lay glinting in the dim light of the parking garage, a dark leather wallet. He picked it up, his hand shaking slightly. Inside, there was an absurd amount of money. The weight of it felt like a physical burden on his already bowed shoulders. A strange, unfamiliar emotion, something akin to a void, opened inside him. He stared at the wallet, the sterile white walls of the world becoming more distant.